Thomas knows all the names of the emotions he’s feeling—and had been feeling for seven days now. Greif has taught him one thing: the tense way one’s throat seems to seize and close when you feel hurt. Some things, he realizes, you can’t reason your way out of—whether you’re fourteen or forty. She can’t really be gone if everyone in this room can feel her. She can’t really be gone if she is the one thread pulling everyone in attendance to each other.